MaskThorns and red rosesMask5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty and pain intertwined
How can you trust anyone
When your own mother wouldn't touch you?
Genius and madness
There's a fine line to skirt
But where is that line
And how do you know when you cross it?
And magician beyond reproach
All you ever wanted was love
But no one would give you what you wanted most
Betrayal and lies
Is all you know
All you lived with
So of course you would give into the lure
Death follows you
Clings to your cloak and hat
A constant companion
Red blood drips from the rose's thorns
Hidden for life
In more ways than one
Your own mother
Offering your first veil before you could refuse
Hidden for life
Lost in the stone catacombs
Deep below where no one sees
Just as you are lost in the fragments of your mind
A light comes
An angel to brighten
The darkness of your soul
But alas, she belongs to another!
You love her
Need her to sing for you
She is your obsession
She can make your music fly on the breeze
But she cringes
Epiphany of Student DriversEpiphany of the Student DriversEpiphany of Student Drivers6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(A Parody of Sweeney Todd's "Epiphany")
The wheel was there beneath my hand,
it was there and it will never come again!
Easy now--hush, teen, hush--don't distress yourself; what's your rush?
Why didn't I wait? You told me to wait!
Now I'll never drive again!
The road is a hole like a great black pit
And the road's filled with people who are filled with shit,
And the vermin of the world inhabit it!
...but not for long...
We all are going to die!
Tell ya why, student drivers, tell ya why!
Because in all of the whole human race, student drivers,
There are two kinds of drivers and only two:
There's the ones that brake in the improper place,
and the ones that speed like they're in a race!
Look at me, student drivers, look at you!
No, we all are going to die!
Tell ya why, student drivers, tell ya why!
Because the drives of the wicked should be made brief!
For the careless, death will be relief!
We all are going to die!
And I'll never see graduation,
No I'll ne
Christmas MourningChristmas Mourning4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was snowing outside when Christine Daaé awoke. It was Christmas morning and no doubt there was already a blanket of white over Paris. Moving to the window of her room she opened the curtains and her thought was confirmed.
The cityscape was lovely as people rushed through the streets, bundled warmly to shield against the cold air. The bells on the steeple rang out again, calling the populous to mass.
It should have been a happy morning, but all Christine felt was a lonely ache in her chest. It was the first Christmas she would be spending alone, having recently been orphaned after her father's death.
She now lived in the ballet dormitories of the Paris Opera House and had a new family, but it wasn't the same. Christine was used to sitting by the fire in her cozy house listening to her father play carols on his violin. Now she could expect a loud, rowdy meal as everyone in the opera shared their joy.
Christine dressed, needing to be alone in the chapel. She felt safe there and al
Break AwayMy throat closed up at the sight of the old house. It looked exactly as it had so many years ago, save for several spidery cracks on the gray exterior, new, perfectly manicured flowers and shrubs that lined the pristine walkway, and chips in the paint. It was a lovely home, sturdy and well-built, the picture of flawless living.Break Away8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a ridiculous lie.
A very large part of me screamed in protest at my choice. Indeed, I could hardly believe that I was standing here, a prisoner to my past once again.
Antoinette Giry had accosted me earlier in the week with urgent news. Id reluctantly met with her in her office. Shed hesitated for some time before pulling out an envelope from her sash and laying it on the table between us.
Its your mother, Erik, shed told me.
Id immediately stiffened. My mother and I hadnt been in contact since I was nine years old, and frankly, I wished to keep it that way.
What about her?
Because I CanLAYER ONE:Because I Can8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Name: Many: Opera Ghost, the Phantom, Angel of Music, and certain explicit names that common decency forbids me to record. You may call me Erik.
Birthplace: St. Martin de Boscherville, France
Birthday: Will you believe me if I assure you that I have absolutely no idea?
Gender: Male. I pity the woman named Erik.
Eye Color: a rather garish shade of yellow
Hair Color: Ah, you must be referring to those fine, shaggy strands that crown my head? Black, then.
Height: Six feet, four inches, I believe. Why cant you behave normally and use the metric system like everyone else?
Righty or Lefty: Hands? Left.
Zodiac Sign: Did we not discuss this previously?
Elemental Sign: Must you?
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Come now, this is getting ridiculous. Stop your laziness this instant and check the birthday question if you insist on an answer!
Your heritage: French. I believe the name Erik is Scandinavian, but as to my ancestry in this area, I have
Tazia's Mama and Papa "Joo guys are so mean!" Tazia yelled at her three brothers through tears.Tazia's Mama and Papa4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Her brothers Pedro, Andrés, and Felipe stood in a circle around her laughing. Pedro, the oldest, was the leader of the gang.
"Whacha gonna do about it?" He asked and pushed her down again as she tried to get back up.
"Daddy!" she yelled, "Mommy!"
"Dad's not here, estúpido! And mom doesn't have time for a wimp like you!"
The boys whipped around and stared at their mother. Tazia always thought she was beautiful, her black hair pulled into a pony-tail, her tan arms buff and no matter what she was doing she always wore a white tank-top and camo pants. She wanted to be just like her when she grew up, everyone loved her. Luckily for Tazia, her brothers feared and respected their mother also. Mostly feared. Their mother looked from the boys to Tazia sitting in the dirt, her picture bo
The End"You came back."The End4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His voice hardly sounded like his own. It was feeble, tremulous
"I came back."
My own voice trembled, and I let the tears fall freely. He said nothing, and his eyes glistened as he simply stared. Silence hung in the air, draped with endless emotion, heavy and stifling and steeped in sorrow so powerful that I could not help but sob anew.
He let out a soft sigh, pained and mournful and tinged with wonder, and from his lips fell, scarcely more than a whisper,
"You came back."
I drew my fist up to my mouth, shaking my head furiously and choking back more sobs, my shoulders shaking with the effort. I despised myself, and oh, how he had deserved so much more!
"Please," I heard him say, "Please, do not oh, my dear, you mustn't"
But I could no longer feign strength. I could no longer stand so far from him and idly watch him disappear. I let out a piteous cry and ran to him, helpless and drawn to his dwindling frame as if by some supernatur
Without GleeIt makes me sadWithout Glee4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I feel very bad
Without no singing
My ears are ringing
Without a song
My life feels wrong
I feel like I'm in muck
Without Kurt or Burt
I feel hurt
I have nothing to gain
I don't feel like I need to party
With no Shue or Sue
I feel blue
With no Finn or Quinn
I feel like I'm trapped in a bin
With no Rachel
I don't have an urge to do a facial
With no Terri or Emma Pillsbury
I don't feel like I have to get dressed in a hury
With no Tina or Mike
I don't know what I should like
With no Santana or Brittany Pierce
I don't feel fierce
With no Mercedes Jones
I don't want to eat icecream cones
With no Sam
I don't give a damb
With no Lauren Zizes
By the way is she a pices?
I can't watch Glee today
That is all i have to say
Thinking of Munkustrap(Rumpleteazer`s POV)Thinking of Munkustrap8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He`s perfect, just perfect. The perfect tom in the world, Munkustrap. He`s noble, kind, gives people a warm feeling when their around him, loving, protective, brave, charming, smart, caring, responsible, chivalrous . . . Hmm were did that word came from, and what does it mean? I`ll ask Jenny later. He is also the best singer in the world, which he got from his mother, Grizabella, (I soppose) and he is such I wonderful dancer. He even taught his little brother, Tugger how to move his hips. I remembered seeing him teaching Tugger one morning when we were little kittens. Back then I was the only one that had a crush on him, he even flirted with me once.
Everyday Munkustrap would be alone and sad. No one liked him (except for me) he was to weak, small, and no muscles at all. Hard to picture isn`t it? Poor Munk, no one ever played with him or tried t
Waiting On YouLife will never be the same.Waiting On You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will never love me,
You will never realize how much I love you...
You're just a chapter in the book of life
The life that can never be,
Because I don't know when I'll be able to end this chapter,
When I can finally move on...
The chapter keeps getting longer and longer
Full of happiness,
I'm all alone
Even when I thought I wasn't,
When I was with you,
I was still alone
I just never realized it
I wish I had,
Or maybe I don't.
I wouldn't have had that happiness you gave me,
The spark of hope,
The flicker of light that life can be truly bearable
But that will never be...
You leave me to my thoughts,
All alone in this cold dark world.
I'm waiting for this chapter to end,
But that can't happen until I straighten things out with you...
Is My Heart Broken?I don't understandIs My Heart Broken?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why my heart beats the way it does
When I see your smiling face.
Suicide-child abuse awarenessI hear them SHOUTINGSuicide-child abuse awareness5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm sat on the stairs
I want it to end
But know it won't
My mummy's crying
Daddy h i t her
My brothers drunk
And he hurt me with words
I run to the window
I know it's open
I close my eyes
And dive outside
My name is Hope
I am 5
Tonight I commited
Mortician's DaughterI saw her walking down the street, her dark hair spilling like ink over her shoulders, her skin the color of alabaster. She moved with ease as she passed, focusing on some far away object I'd never know. I watched as she moved away, slipping from my grasp with each step. I wanted so badly to call out to her, to ask her where she was going, and if I could join her. But I didn't stop her; she kept moving, never noticing my existence. I watched her walk around the corner and the one fleeting moment that she was in my life ended.Mortician's Daughter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I found her again two years later, when I was in college. I was taking an art course and there she was, sitting two rows ahead and one seat to the right. I recognized her immediately, the same beautiful hair, the same flawless skin, but she didn't look my way. She continued to take notes, her black hair falling from behind her ear. How I wanted to reach and place it back, but I resisted the urge. I just watched her, glances from the corner of my eye, to
DESTROYADESTROYA4 years ago in Horror More Like This
'I can you, you know kill you all I have do is keep talking until your hand reaches for your chest and clutch at your heart to stop the pain'
"Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, STOP IT, LEAVE ME ALONE, PLEASE!" Gerard screamed at the sight of a ghostly girl, she was the same age as him same high, has the same hair colour but the length was longer it spilled over her shoulders in a wave of silky curls of red, her eyes were a dark colder shade of hazel than his, he gripped his head pulling on his red hair
'I can do that you know I can, you and me we're stuck together until you die!' she spoke looking at him, he picked up a chair and throw it at her, she closed her eyes and it see to split around her before falling on the floor, he fell onto the floor screaming, thumps could be heard from up stairs, she tilts her head and looks up at the basement door 'Say it' she ordered as he sat back up on his knee tears run down his face as she sat in front of him.
Sticks and StonesSticks and stonesSticks and Stones4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can break my bones,
But words can break my heart.
Lost and FoundWhy did you try to disappear?Lost and Found4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Without YouWithout you I must cry,Without You6 years ago in Other More Like This
Beg while I weep,
Without you I might die,
At your very feet,
Without you I can't see,
Like a blind man,
Without you I can't breathe,
Like a dead lad,
Without you I might fail,
In the life you left,
Without you I really want,
Your last breath,
Without you I 'am lost,
Not to be found,
Without you I can't take it,
Without you these drugs,
Are nothing but torn,
Without you all I do is wail,
As I fall,
Without you I don't love you,
DreamI...dream of tomorrow,Dream6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Because today...seems so hollow
It's like everything we do,
Is wasted, and there is no truth
And all anyone wants,
Is for someone to tell them what to do!
I see the tears!
In every child's eyes
I see the fears!
That they haven't yet realized...!
I see...their dreams
And so I close...my eyes...
And I dream...
I dream for all those that cry!
And I dream of music!(music!)
I...dream of you...
I dream of hope and faith,
And love that is true
I dream of passion!(passion!)
Ignited deep in me
I dream of smiles,
So wide that everyone can see
Still dream of you...
I...dream of voices,
Lifted up in joyful song
I dream of vindication,
For all those who have been wronged
And all anyone wants, is for...
Someone to tell them if they belong!
I see the anger!
And all the heartache
I see the pain!
So much it makes us break...!
I see...our dreams...!
And so I close...my eyes...
And I dream...
For all those that cry!
And I dream of music!(music!)
I...dream of you...
Shared Secrets"I know.Shared Secrets4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I still love you."
A Princess Tutu FanfictionHis memories of her faded as he grew older, wiser. He stopped writing fairy tales and began working like a sensible, responsible, adult. He didn't go the pond much anymore, just worked, and conversed, and became more and more like the father whose memory was blurred and forgotten, just like her.A Princess Tutu Fanfiction4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Twenty years would pass before he remembered her again. Twenty years filled with work, and the life he had always secretly wanted to have. Honest work, a wonderful woman who would soon be married to him, friends who weren't imaginary and filled with hero complexes, and a place he could truly call his own.
Twenty years since he left the black smiths shop to make his own way in the world. Twenty years later he was back to clean it out and sell it, now that the man he had once considered father was dead and the funeral in the old cemetery was over.
He had decided to clean out the house himself, the thought of anyone else helping him in rediscovering his childhood terrified him, but he did not know
Sweenett chapter 11"Are you bloody insane? What do you think you're doing?" Mrs. Brown yelled whispering. It sounds impossible, but she was the only person Sweeney knew who could do that. And he had to admit he had missed it. "My daughter is right there!" she said and motioned to Helen. "What if she saw us? What if somebody else saw us?" She was holding her face with both hands. She was livid. The nerve of that man! Thinking that he could just come back into her life and turn it upside down! "Nobody saw us" he said calmly. That was it! How could he be so calm. He just kissed a married woman for crying out loud! She wasn't thinking. She was just furious with him and with herself, because not so deep down she had enjoyed it and even now she was wishing for more. So much more "Ahhh! Nellie come to your senses" she said to herself. "He just wants to have his fun and then what? He will leave you again with another child to take care on your own Who knows if you'll be able to find anotheSweenett chapter 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Paper Cuts Can Be Miles Deep(I felt like a little cheat when I noticed yours before you read my piece. It felt wrong to know of yours, and not have it the other way around. Sisters and once-sisters won't hurt another, right? Proven wrong before, but this might be different. I screamed at myself to keep these traitor lips shut, but they opened and spilled out like a pillow cut and ripped - once the feathers have scattered, there is no way to find each and every one again.)Paper Cuts Can Be Miles Deep5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the secret
that did not keep itself
from my lips,
and now it is sitting
and I find that I'm asking myself
how long it will take
until it spills.
(Somehow I know it won't. I hope. I trust. I tell myself you are not them, and that even though the words you picked to tell me that you won't hurt me are the same ones they used, I convince myself that your words won't hurt me like theirs did - that you won't hurt me.)
You noticed the few words
that spelled me out like a book
written in your perfect language,
and I cou